The Daughters of Artemis
By Utrea
Assignment-Colombia Part 2


With the bodies of the dead guards concealed in the undergrowth, the two
Artemis agents planned their next move. The two women were to have attacked
the bunker before progressing on to Lopez' fortress home up in the hills, but
information Natalya; the dark haired , slim, Russian girl; had gained from her
victim , before snapping his neck between her thighs, forced the agents to
reconsider. Natalya's captive had told her of two gun emplacements set into
the foothills looking out to sea, not only covering Lopez' launch and plane,
but also their next target; the bunker itself. The two emplacements and their
crews would have to be eliminated first, if the girls were to maintain their
element of surprise, and it would have to be done silently.

Amanda, the tall buxom English blonde led the way as they entered the jungle
and began to ascend the escarpment. Moving silently, the leather clad
assassins made steady progress until they eventually arrived at their first
target.

The emplacement was a large circular concrete pit, five feet deep with another
foot of concrete above ground, forming a low wall, which defined the
emplacement's perimeter. At the front end, was an embrasure, which allowed the
barrel of a 30mm cannon to jut out. At the rear, a series of steps connected
the floor of the emplacement with ground level. There was no roof, but
camouflage netting had been erected overhead so that from area of the beach it
overlooked, the stronghold was invisible.

The girls got down and crawled slowly and silently across the fifteen metres
of open ground from the jungle line up to the edge of the emplacement. Either
side of the steps, the girls furtively peered down. There were two Skorpio
soldiers in the emplacement. They were sat almost opposite each other on a
concrete bench, which ran around the emplacement's inner perimeter. One
appeared to be dozing and the other was engrossed with a pornographic
magazine. Salsa music emanated from the emplacement from a radio. It was all
too apparent that the two men were not expecting any trouble. Memorising where
the two soldiers were seated, the Artemis agents split up and made their way
around the outside.

Natalya peered over the wall. Her victim, the dozing man, was directly beneath
her. The beautiful Russian leaned further over the side, a multi stranded wire
garrotte in her hands. She gently looped the wire around the sleeping man's
neck twice. He didn't stir and his friend continued to read he magazine.
Keeping a firm grasp on the wooden toggles at either end of the garrotte,
Natalya squatted down on top of the low wall. With thighs parted, her arms
down between her legs, the Russian suddenly pulled upward with the garrotte.
The wire instantly tightened about the soldier's neck shocking him out of his
sleep. He tried to breathe but could only manage a gasping wheeze as Natalya
closed his wind pipe. He tried to call out to his friend but his strangled cry
was muted by the radio. His hands went to the wire coiled tightly around his
neck and he stood up in an effort to relieve the strangling pressure. As he
did so, Natalya took up the slack, allowing her victim no respite.

Before she had been recruited as a KGB assassin, Natalya had trained as a
gymnast. Her training regime had given her body a strength and balance, which
was not readily apparent in her slim but curvy frame. She now applied both
these attributes to good use. Keeping her back straight, she slowly started to
unbend her legs and stand up, dragging the choking Skorpio soldier with her.
He found himself on tiptoes as he was pulled upwards and then his feet left
the ground entirely and he was kicking at open air. Natalya continued to stand
until she had reached her full height. Looking down on her victim, the girl
locked her legs and waited patiently for him to die. The soldier's was now
more than two feet of the ground. His frantic struggles turned his body
through 180 degrees and he found himself staring into the sleek, leather-clad
crotch and shapely female legs of his killer. He raised his eyes taking in the
girl's flat stomach, the gentle swell of her breasts, the long, slender neck
and the beautiful but cold face. Her hair was severely swept back and tied in
a ponytail, which fell to the small of her back.

"Por favor" he hissed through clenched teeth, begging the girl to allow him
the life giving air that his lungs so desperately craved. Natalya said nothing
but just continued to stare into the soldier' frightened eyes with her cold
blue ones. She noted with satisfaction that his face was starting to redden
and his eyes began to bulge.

Still engrossed with his magazine and without looking up, the second Skorpio
man suddenly said "Hey Pedro. It's your turn to make the coffee"

When he received no reply, he continued, "What's the matter compadre? Cat got
your tongue?"

He looked up from the magazine and what he saw made him freeze. His jaw
dropped open in amazement at the sight of his friend's legs, two feet above
the ground kicking at the air. He slowly stood up allowing his view to travel
up past his comrade to the tall slim woman balanced on top of the emplacement,
hanging him. Slowly, as if in a daze, the second soldier's hand fell to his
pistol belt and fumbled for his sidearm. Before he could draw it, he was
distracted by a female voice behind him.

"Want to come and play with me sweetie?"

"Huh?" he grunted and spun round.

Amanda was sat on the low wall directly above her victim with her legs
dangling over the edge of the emplacement. When he had been reading, he had
been oblivious to her presence above him and had she wished to do so, she
could have tapped him on the head with the sole of her knee-length, leather
booted foot. Now as he stood before her, his head was at the same height as
her shins. The Amazonian blonde suddenly launched herself onto the man below
her. Her shapely legs, encased in the skin tight, supple leather of her
one-piece catsuit, passed either side of his neck, and she caught him in the
throat with her crotch. Her weight and momentum drove the surprised man to the
ground with her on top. The force of her body weight drove the air from the
soldier beneath her. Amanda was sitting on his chest with her crotch tight
against his throat. The voluptuous English blonde then leaned forward and
grasped the fallen soldier's wrists with both hands. Then, pinning his arms to
the ground with her knees, she inched her way forward until her crotch had
covered his chin.

Realising what was about to happen, the soldier tried to scream for help, buy
his attempt was thwarted by Amanda. As he had drawn breath to scream, so the
blonde had again moved forward, covering his mouth. She settled down for a
moment and her victim's cry for help was reduced to a muffled "Mmmph!"

Amanda's crotch, separated from her victim's mouth only by the soft leather,
tingled as the man's scream vibrated through her. She closed her eyes and sat
up, dragging her prisoner's wrists with her and pinning his hands on the tops
of her thighs.

"Mmmm. That feels wonderful", she breathed.

The statuesque blonde moved forward, covering his nose and once again settled
her weight down. Unable to breath, the man started to thrash about to escape
her. He tried to turn his head, to break the deadly seal the girl held him
with. Amanda countered his attempt by drawing her thighs together, squeezing
them tight against his head, holding it immobile. He tried to draw air into
his tortured lungs, but the blonde's leather clad crotch and round firm
buttocks had moulded themselves around the contours of his face creating an
airtight seal, from which, he could not escape. All he could do, was gaze up
between the legs of his killer into her beautiful big blue eyes and wait for
death to take him. His hands scrabbled frantically against her thighs but she
held him easily. His feet kicked out but there was nothing he could do to
unseat her. The blonde just sat calmly, gazing into the doomed soldier's
terror stricken eyes, enjoying the sensations being transmitted through her
body by his death struggles.

Natalya's victim's face had darkened from red to purple. His legs continued
their dance of death as his tongue was forced from his mouth. His eyes bulged
from their sockets hideously and his hands fought uselessly to relieve the
pressure of her garrotte. Horrible choking sounds were emanating from his
mouth, in complete contrast to the totally silent death Amanda was dealing to
her victim. Natalya stood, her sleek outline silhouetted against the night
sky, effortlessly strangling the life from the struggling Skorpio soldier with
her wire noose. The wire was not thin enough to break the skin and sever his
windpipe, but it had squeezed it closed denying him the life giving air that
his body was screaming for. Little by little the man's struggles started to
lessen. His kicking feet slowed to a series of spasmodic twitches. A final
death rattle escaped from his blue lips and his hands fell away from his neck
and hung limply by his sides. Still Natalya kept his body suspended by his
now, strangely elongated neck, just to make sure. After a few minutes, she
gently lowered the body back to the ground, and unwound the garrotte from his
neck. The Russian girl then looked on with interest as Amanda dispatched her
prey.

The frantic struggles of the dying man trapped beneath her had urged the
blonde on to orgasm. She had moaned deeply as the waves of sexual pleasure
washed over her. As her orgasm subsided, she was aware that the man she was
sat on was motionless. Looking down, only his eyes were exposed and their
expression, open wide and staring, hadn't changed. However a quick check of
his pulse told Amanda that her victim was dead. She moved back from his face
and gazed down on him. His face beheld a look of horror and his mouth was
stretched open as if in a final silent scream. The gorgeous female assassin
came to the conclusion that he must have expired at exactly the same time her
orgasm had hit her.

Amanda climbed off of the corpse and saw Natalya looking at her, a slight
knowing smile on her lips.

"What?" Amana exclaimed at her friends look.

Natalya said nothing but she couldn't help her smile widening into a grin.

"Can't a girl have some fun when she's working", the blonde said with mock
petulance, playfully swiping a hand at her friend.

Explosive charges were placed on the cannon. They would be detonated later by
remote control.

With one down and one to go, the girls prepared themselves and silently left
the gun emplacement.

Salsa music continued to play on into the night.

To be continued.